Believe it

Can you believe that this sweet, little, six month old girl will be 7 tomorrow? That blows my mind... And then she turned into this cute little 3 year old!

And now the sweet, cute, little girl is 7 tomorrow... and then in 7 more years???? That blows my mind more... and scares me to death! At 14, will she still be the sweetie she is now? With each stage we see new challenges and more exciting adventures. In each stage, we watch them grow, from being completely dependent of us as a baby, to more independent everyday! From hearing their every breath and cry, to not knowing what happens on the bus or every moment at school. I hope that I have successfully prepared them for their next stage... the next day. As the days turn into months, and months to years, I pray their roots are as deep and as strong as mine!

Here are the pictures of the Birthday Party. High School Musical was the cake design (the cut-out was from a paper plate). Go wildcats! (the red paw prints) In the bottom picture, you can see that the face paint was a hit! By the end of the night, the girls and had crowns on their foreheads. Clara would have let me paint every inch of her skin, she loved the paint. It will only be a matter of time before she paints herself!

WANTED!

Well... maybe I have lost my mind (Blake is sure of it). I read a new magazine, Mary Jane, my mom picked it up a few weeks ago and I fell in LOVE! Here are some pictures...

I think these campers are the funniest little "vintage" things I have ever laid eyes on! So... I am looking for a vintage 10-12 foot camper... cheap! Does anyone know of any?

Also... check out this website, I think I have found a new hero! beehavenacres.blogspot.com

To see more campers go to www.sistersonthefly.com (it's a hoot)

Dancing Bears

Friday night the dance classes performed at the high school. They are watching the big girls, hoping someday they can do back-flips and no-handed cartwheels!

Mom is not very good at taking action pictures, Bri did a cartwheel... yes she should be on her feet.

Brett does great cartwheels and practices them 24/7... in the living room, outside... everywhere!

Bri also go her face painted by Dizzy the Clown. It was the hit of the night!!

Working Ranch Magazine

One of my favorite new magazines to read is Working Ranch. I read the "Montana's Fritz Charolais" article and had to chuckle. This article is a journal of a family cattle operation. In this article the family has a Wii bowling game to see who puts the cows in the barn that night. I think this family is related to my dad somehow. When we all still lived at home, he was the king of this sort of thing. We would draw toothpicks to see who would chore, or get the mail... or whatever. Let me explain, he would get six different toothpick and break one off, so it was shorter. Well, whoever got the short toothpick had to chore or whatever. Being the oldest sibling, if I got the short one, I would try to con someone into going with me. I was usually successful. I always went for the sucker... any guesses who that was? The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. At the Lough Ranch, we play rock, paper, scissors. I am still a con-artist; it might be considered blackmail now!

... for a giggle!

O.K... I do not read all my forwarded e-mails and rarely do I ever reply or forward things to other people, but this joke, I must share... it makes me giggle... out loud... a lot!

A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was a very good-looking woman and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand. Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk. She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the house than the drunk. He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching. For weeks, the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing very well. Then one day, the rancher's widow said to the hired hand, "You have done a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and kick up your heels." The hired hand readily agreed and went into town one Saturday night. One o'clock came, however, and he didn't return. Two o'clock and no hired hand. Finally he returned a round two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him. She quietly called him over to her. "Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she said. Trembling, he did as she directed. "Now take off my boots." He did as she asked, ever so slowly. "Now take off my socks." He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots. "Now take off my skirt." He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light. "Now take off my bra." Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor. Then she looked at him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired."

Are you giggling? I am... again!

Templeton and Wilbur

Introducing... Templeton and Wilbur! These little goats are bottle babies. I know they are not as cute as Clem-Bob and Billy-Bob, but they need a home too. The girls like to feed them bottles and Briley likes when they follow her around. Brett gets a little annoyed! We also started calving last week. We have five calves. Some good news, the ladies haven't dropped any calves in the mud, and around this area, that's not an easy job... there is mud EVERYWHERE!

We watched the movie, Australia, today. I understand why Hugh Jackman was People Magazine's Sexiest Man in 2008. Lately, I judge movies, not with stars or thumbs, but tears and this one was a good one. Not quite Lonesome Dove material, but it was good. I think I am getting soft in my old age.

WARNING

I must warn all my egg customers. We had a little miss-hap with a few hard boiled eggs. There were 3 or 4 hard boiled eggs in a bowl in the fridge and now they are mixed in with the fresh eggs. We found 2 hard boiled eggs and broke 3 not hard boiled... so if you happen to find one of the missing hard boiled eggs, don't be alarmed. We will refund any hard boiled eggs.

Rotten

We have had a very uneventful weekend at the Lough Ranch. The girls have been fighting and arguing this evening. I try to let them make decisions and solve their own problems, but that doesn't always work out... so Mean Mom had to step in. Let me give you the situation... Briley stated crying, so Brett must have done something to her. She confessed, she kicked Bri. So Mean Mom made Brett stand in a dark corner. Well, two minutes later, Briley confessed, she was being mean to Brett. So yes, Briley must stand in another corner... the one by the door. I thought... standing in the corner is not as much fun playing together, so lets be nice to each other while we play. I was on the computer and they were behind me in the corners. I turned around to check on them, expecting to see tears and boy was I wrong. Briley had smeared grease from the door hinge all over the door and her face... she looked like an Indian ready for war. She also smeared grease all over the door. Mean Mom turned into "Ready to Beat Butt Mom" and put the girls in the tub. After cooling off a bit while cleaning the door, I scrubbed Briley's face in the tub. (the cool off time allowed Briley to keep her rotten grin, intead of scrubbing it off) While washing their hair, Briley looked up at me shaking her hand, nodding her head like a rock star and loudly sings, "You gotta help me!" She is rotten... where did she get that?

We also had a family Wii Bowling Party last night. The professional Wii bowler, Brett, had an off night and lost. The rest of us sure enjoyed that... she usually kills us with scores around 200. Blake can finally beat me at tennis (only on the Wii, not on the court), and I hit a personal best in golf with 2 under par, beating Blake by 10 strokes.